I stick loneliness, your lips
and the two coins of your eyes
into my pockets


well the train skates into
Port Henry a late sunday

sometimes when I'm riding high
feeling fine you know there's something
troubling me troublin' my mind


so I reach into my pocket for some
small change

I reach into my pocket for some
small change ya


I want bones like iron blood like mercury
so I can tell you when I'm rising
and when I'm sinking in im sinkin im sinkin in


CHORUS


we're gonna take it to the people ya
were gonna take it to the people ya
were gonna take it to the people ya

hey let's drink from the cup
share some luck
go ahead and laugh cause it don't

cost much no no it dont dont cost much

I stick loneliness, your lips

and the two coins of your eyes
into my pockets